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Handjobs December 2007 Letters Old Muscle Meets Young Cock by Rick Horsmann

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My First Date by Peter Summer Surprise by Sebastian Roe Getting in Trouble is Fun by Karl Jensen The Thing About My Dad part 2

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Letters Dear Handjobs: Thank you again for keeping me happy and hard! Your guys ARE the best, not only in the erotic business, but in any business. Everyone says it all the time, and it is true: Best Service, Quick Service, Professional Service!! • Troy, FL Dear Handjobs: Please don’t bully Rolando into coloring his cartoon. We don’t need any more flat/airbrushed porn. Keep it rough and inky. Ian Hanks’ stuff is really good. I’d be happy to never have to see another cartoon by Roger - every guy he draws has dead eyes. • Roger, FL Dear Handjobs: Please don’t pay any attention to those who don’t like Roger’s artwork. He’s the best! • Robert, OH Dear Handjobs: Squirming Too Much by Jared Bascomb in the October 2007 issue is a salaciously, penis-pumping, cumgusher of a story set in a medical context that brings back memories, although not as penetrating as Jared’s. However, what’s with Michael Mitchell’s somewhat different depiction of Dr. Manning frame by frame? • Jay, VA Dear Handjobs: Thanks for your continued excellent service. • Ed, NY Dear Handjobs: As always, the September 2007 issue of Handjobs was super. Love you guys! • Kenny, MA Dear Handjobs: Keep up the good work. • Lynn, IN Dear Handjobs: I need a larger apartment to store all my Handjobs publications! I’m not on the internet and don’t have a computer. Any chance of getting a new hard copy Josman book? Thanks for everything. • George, NY Handjobs Reply: We don’t have any plans for to release a new Josman book any time soon, but it’s always a future possibility. Dear Handjobs: I enjoy each month’s issue. It’s hard to put down. • Paul, IL Dear Handjobs: When I see the yellow Handjobs envelope in my mailbox, I get a boner! Thank you. • J. F., NY 4 • Letters

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Dear Handjobs: Don’t stop! Don’t Stop! • Wayne, TX Dear Handjobs: My favorite Handjobs illustrators are still (the departed) Julius, Valentine, and Josman. In my opinion, the guys in Ian Hanks’ and Joseph’s drawings are too elongated; they remind me of medieval art. Michael Mitchell is good, but again in my opinion he tends to over-emphasize the huskiness of his dads/ older men and the slenderness of his boys/younger men. That said, there is definitely a sexiness in his artwork! As for Roger: I made my first overseas trip in the winter of 1978/79 and encountered some of Roger’s illustrations in British gay mags at that time. His style hasn’t changed, and he really seems to get the essence/details of the story, but is a bit too clinical and lacks the “nastiness” that Michael Mitchell’s work has. • Brad, CA Dear Handjobs: I love reading the nasty stories in Handjobs every month. I don’t know what I’d do without you! • Bill, RI Dear Handjobs: Thanks for sending out the September 2007 issue so quickly. My cock was hard from the moment I looked at the cover until I finished reading the last page of the personal ads. Guess that means I need to sign up for a subscription. • Ralph, MN Dear Handjobs: Thanks so much for publishing Squirming Too Much by Jared Bascomb in the October 2007 issue. Michael Mitchell’s illustration on page 43 made the whole issue for me! I loved seeing the boy strapped to the exam table with his big, burly dad’s fat cock plowing his butt while Dr. Manning looks on with a drippy hardon. Now that’s the kind of exam I’d like to get! • Sam, OR Dear Handjobs: You guys are so deliciously dirty! • Dennis, ID Dear Handjobs: Valentine’s The Spy Who Came Out was hilarious. What a wonderful sense of humor. Please have more of Damien van Zandt’s Ozark Mountain Boys with some illustrations. Those bad boys and their dads are a riot. • Ted, WA Dear Handjobs: I just wanted to let you know that there is nothing better than sitting on my “daddy’s” hard cock while he reads to me from your fine publication. It gets us both off in a big way. • Fred and Ken, NJ Letters • 5

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Old Muscle Meets Young Cock

by Rick Horsmann When my wife passed away after 52 years of marriage, I decided to explore some feelings that I’d had for a very long time. A few years after marrying, I found myself attracted to other men, especially muscular, furry older men and lean, defined smooth guys. I suppressed my interests, however, out of respect for my marriage and limited my activities to fantasy and the collection of a small number of musclesex magazines that remained hidden in the garage. Now that I was alone, I felt free to explore this side of my sexuality, despite the fact that I was over 70 years old. I began by buying some used workout equipment to set up a gym in the garage. I also set up a VCR and began collecting muscle worship tapes. Almost every morning I’d go out to the “gym”, strip down, put a video on and work out while watching younger musclestuds get it on. By the time I’d finished my workout, I’d have a raging hardon and I’d jerk off with the guys on the tape, happily exhausted by the end of my session. I discovered as I worked out longer and harder that my sex drive increased proportionately. My dick even seemed bigger and stiffer and more responsive, coming to life whenever I spotted a good looking kid or man on the street. I didn’t have the guts to actually connect with any of those guys, feeling that most men would blow off a horny 70 year old. Life was good, if a little lonely, but I was content to go solo, unaware that things were about to change. That change occurred in early June when I met Mike, my first and current workout partner. It was a hot, sunny morning, and even though it was cooler in the garage than it was outside, I was sweating up a storm between working out and stroking my stiff cock. I’d chosen one of my favorite videos and both the guys on the tape and I were close to blasting our loads. The video focussed on muscle worship sex between a 40 something, heavily furred, beefy guy and a lean, defined kid with a smooth body and monster cock. As the movie neared it’s climax, the older guy was standing above the kneeling boy, flexing his massive arm, leg and chest muscles while the boy worshiped his master’s biceps, pecs and thighs with his hands and tongue. I was leaning against the workout machine, stroking my own stiff cock with one hand and running my other hand over my sweaty, 6 • Old Muscle Meets Young Cock

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worked out chest and belly when a movement at the garage window caught my eye. Turning my head, I found myself staring at a handsome young guy, whose face betrayed a mixture of lust, surprise and guilt. Standing up, my cock bobbing between my legs, I stepped over to the window for a closer look. The kid remained where he stood, apparently frozen with indecision. Now that I was up close, I could see his bare chest and belly. The boy’s torso was smooth and well defined, with deep cuts outlining his six-pack abs, and full, ripe pecs graced with small, dark nipples. Looking down, I discovered that his shorts were down around his ankles, exposing a stiff, thick cock and furry ball sack. The kid had obviously been beating his meat as he spied on me stroking my longer, thicker rod. I smiled and nodded toward the garage door, indicating that he should come inside. Instead, the kid shook his head “no” and began to frantically pull up his shorts. Reacting without really thinking, I hustled my bare ass out the door and around the corner of the garage, where the kid was struggling to button his shorts, at the same time turning to run. His first steps tripped over a rake handle laying on the ground, and as he went face down, I grabbed the waistband of his shorts to break his fall. The kid hit the ground with a soft thud, his shorts pulled back down to his knees by my grip. I wound up straddling his body, my thick cock pressed against the crack of his ass. The boy’s butt cleft and thighs were covered with plush, dark blond hair, unlike his smooth upper body. The contrast of furry lower body and smooth, muscular back made my cock throb as I imagined burying my rod in the boy’s firm, round butt. I leaned over the boy’s prostrate, panting body, pressing my chest against his back and pinning him against the ground. “How long have you been spying on me, son?” I growled. The boy turned his head to one side, his handsome face streaked with dirt. “About a half hour or so, sir. I just wanted to cum with you; you’re so fucking hot!” I was amused by the boy’s compliment, but a little skeptical that a kid this age could be turned on by an old codger. “I bet you were watching the movie, not me,” I replied. “I was watching both, sir,” he responded. “I’d love to do that with you some time: work out while we watch a couple of muscle studs go at it. I’d love to get all sweaty and horny and get off with you!” Old Muscle Meets Young Cock • 7

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The kid sounded sincere. I lifted my chest off his back and raised my hips up enough to let him turn over, keeping my hands on his shoulders in case he tried to escape. The kid squirmed beneath me as he turned onto his back. His cock was still hard, but speckled with bits of leaf and soil. A string of precum clung to the head of his thick, short dick. I settled my weight on his furry thighs, rubbing my cock against his balls and causing my own meat to drool as well. I reached down to pick the pieces of stick and leaf off his cock, admiring it’s thick, curving shaft and smallish head. The sun beat down on my bare shoulders sending rivulets of sweat down my back and into the crack of my ass. The warm sweat tickled the rim of my butt hole before dripping down my balls and onto the ground. In that moment, I decided that, instead of fucking this hunky kid, I’d rather get fucked by him. I’d never taken another man’s dick up the ass and this boy’s cock looked like just the one to pop my cherry. Wrapping my fist loosely around the boy’s hard shaft, I rubbed off the bits of debris that clung to the sweaty skin. Now that the boy’s stiff meat was clean, I spit in my hand, and gripping it again in my fist, began to stroke it. An impressive flow of precum was drooling from the gaping piss slit. I figured that the boy’s slime plus a little spit would be sufficient to slide his pole into my virgin asshole. “You ever fuck another guy, son?” I asked, sliding my fist up and and down his hot, velvety shaft. The boy shook his head side to side. “Well, I guess this is gonna be a first for both of us,” I surmised. Raising my hips off his thighs, I slid forward on the bare ground to position my ass over the head of the boy’s cock. Spitting into my hand, I added my saliva to the slippery liquid coating his dick. I hawked another glob of spit onto the fingers of my other hand and pushed the tips of two digits against the entrance to my hole. I’d finger fucked myself before and my fingers slid easily into my gut. Pulling them out, I pressed my assring against the head of the kid’s cock and groaned as the fat knob slid past the muscles surrounding my hole and into my cunt. Taking the kid’s cock into my hole was tougher than I’d anticipated. My sphincter tried to snap shut around the invading pole, cramping up and sending sharp pains into my ass muscles. Despite the pain, I was determined to get fucked by the boy’s beautiful 8 • Old Muscle Meets Young Cock

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dick, and easing up and down on his shaft, I gradually took more and more of his hot meat into my gut. To take my mind off the pain, I continued talking to the boy, who was lying still beneath me, apparently stunned by his unexpected luck. “What’s your name, son?” I asked. “Michael,” he replied. “Well, Michael, I’m sure glad we met. You doing OK?” The kid nodded, and to prove it, began thrusting gently up into me, matching my body’s rise and fall with a gentle fuck. “Is this the first time you’ve watched me?” I asked. “Nope,” he admitted. “More like the tenth or eleventh time. Ever since school let out. Every day you’ve been out here, I’ve been watching … and beating off.” Mike’s admission surprised me and flattered me. I never imagined that a handsome teenager would find me sexy. Mike’s thrusting movements were becoming more assertive and my assring had relaxed, allowing his entire dick to piston in and out of my hole with ease. By now, the pain had morphed into intense pleasure and my cock was rock hard and dripping, bobbing up and down over the kid’s flexing belly muscles. I knew that we were both close to shooting and I wanted it to happen. Taking my cock in my fist, I stroked it, pulling on my nuts with my other hand. Mike reached up to run his hands over the front of my body, alternately kneading my chest and belly and gripping my upper arms and shoulders as my muscles flexed and bulged with my movements. I could feel my cock stiffen just a little more, a sure sign that it was about to unload, when Mike closed his eyes and groaned. The boy’s dick throbbed inside my ass as he seeded my hole with his cum. I flogged my cock desperately as Mike dug his strong fingers into my chest muscles. I splattered his body and face with drops of precum, followed quickly by thick strands of my hot, musky mancream. Keeping Mike’s cock in my ass, I leaned forward to lap my sperm from the boy’s body. The taste of his sweat mixed with my cream was a wonderful combination of salt and sweet. My nose brushed by his armpit and I inhaled his musky, metallic stink. I could feel my cock leaking more cum in response to the boy’s taste and scent, and realized that, despite it’s age, my body was still ready for more. I leaned over the boy’s face, keeping his cock buried in my hole, Old Muscle Meets Young Cock • 9

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and pressed my mouth to his. Mike’s lips were soft and full, almost like a woman’s lips, but he opened them wide and sucked my cumcoated tongue into his mouth, greedily slurping my sperm onto his own tongue like no woman I’d ever known. I wanted to taste the boy’s jizz and knew just were to find it. I pulled my mouth from Mike’s, raised my hips from his to let his cock slide sloppily from my hole and slid back along his body to take his sperm-slimed dick into my mouth. Mike groaned and fucked my face as I sucked the spent cream off his stiff joint. The boy grabbed my ears to steady my head as he thrust upwards, and uttering

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a few choice curse words, he unloaded a second time, onto my tongue and down my throat. I continued to suck on Mike’s stiff cock even after it had gone dry. The taste and feel of the kid’s thick, curved meat in my mouth kept my dick stiff, and I resumed stroking it slowly, immersed in a flood of intense sexual energy. Mike pulled my head off his dick and looked at me pleadingly. “Sit on my face,” he groaned. “What did you say, boy?” I asked, reluctant to believe my ears. “Sit on my face, please, sir!” he repeated, mistaking my confusion for a command for respect. Without another word, I pivoted on my bare feet and settled my beefy butt on the boy’s open mouth. Mike thrust his tongue into my hole, licking and sucking at the remains of his sperm and my ass juice. I continued to stroke my cock as I laid more and more of my weight on his hungry mouth, allowing him to work his tongue deeper into my juiced up cunt. A second orgasm racked my body, and despite the fact that my 70 year old prostate was running on empty, my body shuddered and writhed with pleasure as the boy worshipped my butt hole with his hot tongue and lips. Suddenly feeling my age, I slowly and stiffly rose to my feet. Mike, his face glazed with spit, sweat and sperm, stood up as well. Instead of pulling his shorts back up, though, he stepped out of them and wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his spent cock against my hip. “That was fucking unbelievable,” he whispered. “We can do it again, can’t we? Please, sir!” I grinned at his enthusiasm and at my unbelievable luck. “Sure, boy. I need a workout buddy and I couldn’t ask for better. How about it? You can join me inside the garage working all your muscles instead of standing outside stroking only your dick!” Mike gave me a stronger hug and smiled back at me. “You’ve got yourself a new workout partner, sir! But promise me one thing, please!” I looked puzzled so Mike continued. “You won’t throw out those musclesex tapes will you? We can still watch them? And we can fuck after every workout?” “That’s two things, son,” I replied. “And the answer to both is yes.”

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My First Date by Peter My first date with Kelly started off with a surprise. When her father answered the door the first thing I thought was, What a hunk. Then …. “Kelly called a few minutes ago to say that she’d be late,” he said, inviting me in. “Why don’t you have a seat, Josh?” He turned to his bar and started to make himself a drink. The only seat I was interested in was his ass. Curved high and wide, it was packed tight into his shorts. I couldn’t stop fantasizing about burying my face in his butt. “Would you like a soda?” he turned to me and asked. I shook my head, but as I stared at his bulging crotch (it looked like it was about to burst) my dick was saying yes to anything he wanted. He sat right next to me on the sofa and even put his arm around me, his strong hand squeezing my arm. He had chugged his first drink at the bar and had brought a second to the sofa. “You’re mighty strong,” he commented, squeezing my bicep. “I bet you work out seven days a week.” “No,” I blushed, “just three or four.” “Me too.” He made a muscle. “Here feel,” he encouraged me, placing my hand on one bicep while he flexed. I was impressed. Man, he was built. All of a sudden his cell phone rang, and I was stunned to watch him fish in his pocket to wrestle it out. He had to push the bulge of his cock aside to reach it. My eyes were glued to his crotch and that long snake that ran down his leg and nearly slipped out the bottom of his shorts. Oh fuck, was that his foreskin peaking out? I nearly pissed myself! “No honey, that’s OK. You take care of her,” I heard Kelly’s father say. “Josh is here and I’ll let him know. Don’t worry, he’ll understand. I’ll show him a good time.” He winked at me. My eyebrows must have hit the roof. “Kelly has to help her mother at her grandmother’s,” he informed me. “She apologizes, but says she’ll be hours. Can you make it another time?” “Of course, Mr. Thomas,” I told him and started to get up. “Oh, don’t go, Josh.” He held me down with his arm. “We can do some guy stuff now that you’re here. Would you like to play … some pool?” 12 • My First Date

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I imagined him behind me teaching me to shoot some long shot across the billiard table with his crotch against my ass as he leaned over my body and wrapped himself around me. Then he shocked me by saying, “Frankly though, I’m horny as hell right now.” I watched as he squeezed his crotch, my eyes bulging at the sight of this grown man pumping his cock through his shorts. “Me too,” I said instinctively before I could stop myself. I even went so far as to grip my stick through my own shorts. Every time he crushed his cock in his hands, I did the same to mine. “For every action there’s a reaction,” my physics teacher says. And Man, was I reacting. “Come on, let’s take ’em out,” Kelly’s father panted. “You want to see mine?” he asked excitedly. “I want to see yours.” I had come there for a date with his daughter, but to tell you the truth, I was really hot and horny for him. As I had said – what a hunk! “You’re really cute,” he said, reaching his hand inside my shirt and feeling up my chest. “Do you like your nipples tweaked?” Without waiting for my answer, he tweaked them anyway. “I love having mine toyed with. Here, pull on them.” He dragged my trembling hand forward and thrust it up under his polo shirt until I was twisting the hell out of his nipples. That’s when I realized how hairy his chest was. Damn, he had great pecs and nipples with nubs I could chew on. All of a sudden, he reached behind my head and pulled me farther forward till I kissed him. Yes, I kissed Kelly’s dad. A big, hot, wet, long, date-like kiss. We both moaned. I was so horny for him I started throwing off my clothes left and right. I didn’t care where anything landed. I nearly broke a lamp when I kicked my sneakers off. Then I wrestled Mr. Thomas’ clothes off. I couldn’t wait to see his hard body. Damn, he was hot. Kelly wasn’t what I wanted. She was just my friend. But her father, he was a fucking jerk-off fantasy to me. All man, and now, all mine. I threw myself at him and when we were finally buck-fucking naked I jumped on top of him and felt him up all over. He felt me up too, his fingers inside my butt crack reaching for my hole. After kissing even more we started to lick each other’s neck until I crawled up over his body, letting him lick every fuckin’ inch of me. “Fuck my face, boy!” he pleaded when my hardon pointed straight for his mouth. His lips nibbled on my thick foreskin before his tongue dug deep inside, then all around until I was arching up toward the My First Date • 13

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ceiling looking backward. Soon he was chewing on the length of my rod before sucking it deep inside. Oh man, Kelly’s dad was a cocksucker. A manly man like him sucking cock? I would have said, “No way,” before tonight. But he was gulping, and slurping and moaning like he lived for it, right down to my pubic hair. Then he flipped me over him. “Suck my cock!” he insisted urging me down on his rod. It was curved up toward the skylight and demanding my attention. His strong hand on the back of my neck forced me closer and closer. I couldn’t resist. I really couldn’t resist. I wanted it so badly. The best taste I have ever had in my mouth was his big dick. It was so big, I practically gagged on it – happily. His fleshy thing filled my mouth and then some. I grabbed onto his hairy ass as he rose up into me time and again. He bucked with such a rhythm my spit coated the damn thing. Every fucking inch that slipped passed my lips made me swear I was about to cum down his throat any second. Then he started eating my ass. I kept sucking his cock as his squaredjawed, whisker-shadowed face buried itself between my downy asscheeks and his avid tongue found its way up my pouting, puckered hole. I just about lost it. “Eat me too,” he panted as he raised his legs and crossed his ankles behind my neck. His muscled thighs could have crushed me but they just held me down between his asscheeks. They were covered in a soft hair, and his butt hid a tight, twisted hole that wanted to be licked. It needed to be licked. So I licked him. Then I went crazy. I rimmed him so eagerly for so long you would have sworn it was cum dripping from his juicy butt hole and not just my spit. His hole was so hot and tight. And man, he wanted to be rimmed and sucked. And fucked? Did he want a nice hard cock from a cute young guy up his butt? I bet he did. But after I had rimmed him and sucked him for so long – I couldn’t keep myself from his cock – he threw me over, down into the sofa and lifted my legs in the air. Pulling me towards him on my back, he threw my legs far over my shoulders and leaned down into me, his hot cock touching my hole – at last. “I’m going to fuck Kelly’s date,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you, Josh. Do you want to be fucked? Do you want my big daddy dick up your young, virgin hole?” I was as excited as I was scared. After all, I said he had a huge one, and I mean HUGE! Just looking at that mean purple cockhead had me scared, and a little thrilled. 14 • My First Date

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“Fuck me, Daddy!” I spat back at him. He ran to get some lube and condoms as I waited with my ass spread. Then he sidled up to me and applied lots of pressure. Sweating and straining, he finally pierced my hole and entered my tight ass. My hole had a grip on him in an instant. The heat and the tightness of it nearly overwhelmed him. He shook the sweat from his face and drove into me. Again and again and again he fucked me; first on my My First Date • 15

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back, then on my side, then over the back of the sofa. Finally over the arm of the sofa, bucking wildly. Then from the front toward the back, pounding the sofa against the wall. For a time I thought the paintings would come crashing down to the floor. I’m glad they never did. A handsome, hairy, hot, muscled daddy was screwing me into submission, and I couldn’t wait until he did it again. “Fuck me! Fuck my ass,” I spewed and he screwed me even harder, faster. I thought he’d never cum. He fucked me for more than an hour in every position we could think of on that sofa with our nuts about to burst. All of a sudden, he slipped out, pulled a condom over my rod and sat his ass on my thing. I couldn’t believe it. Mr. Thomas had plugged his hole with my cock. My young hard rod was thrust right up his hot hairy hole. Then he started bouncing. I felt the sensations right away. I was going to cum – and soon – right up his ass. I pinched his nipples, and then he started jerking off, facing me in a sweat. It was raining down on me he was so wet. It dripped from his hairy underarms and dripped from his nipples. I looked up his perfect body and was in awe. Not only did he love to fuck, he loved getting fucked, and his randy ass was clutching my cock like mad. I was insane with sensations. It was all too radical. There is nothing like fucking a hot manly ass. I was getting a work out. He was getting a work out. Even the sofa was getting a work out. “Oh, I’m going to cum. Your hot cock up my ass is making me cum, Josh!” he huffed. Simply hearing that made me high. My balls were churning. “I’m going to shoot, Mr. Thomas. I’m going to cream up your butt,” I swore. “Cum, boy. Come on. Cum with me. I’m losing it. Ohhhhhhhhh!” he moaned, and just as he started to spray, I fired a blast into him. I filled my condom till the cum was dripping down the sides of my cock. He shot all over me: in my face, over my eyes, on my cheeks, and coated my lips. I could taste it. I could taste his spunk. I licked it up. His wad was tangy and sweet, and I had my fill. Huffing and puffing he eventually collapsed onto the sofa, so I climbed on top of him. As our breathing returned to normal, he said, “Forget about Kelly. I want to see you again. Let her be your friend. This was so much fun for a first date I can’t wait to do it again.” 16 • My First Date

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Summer Surprise by Sebastian Roe Larry was an exhibitionist. From the day he had moved in 20 yeas ago, I had noticed he liked to show a lot of skin. He was the only man in the neighborhood who mowed his lawn shirtless and in shorts reminiscent of Thomas Magnum from “Magnum PI”. Many times I detected a wayward testicle dangling from the leg of his shorts while he worked in the yard, and when he knelt to plant the geraniums, his entire equipment took the advantage to escape his cuff. Soft, he was 6 inches of prime meat. His cock was cut and the head was slightly smaller than his shaft, making it appear to be a pointer. I admit I had often wondered what it might look like hard. When we exchanged pleasantries, he would absently pull his nipples until they were erect, and many times, he tucked his hand inside the waistband of his shorts, hooking his thumb over the snap, his four fingers fondling his pubic hair and rod. Matt moved in just two years ago. While he has a live-in girlfriend, I have noticed he and Larry spend a lot of time on Larry’s porch discussing the advantages of homeownership. I can watch the parley from my porch facing Larry’s. My porch is enclosed, while Larry’s is exposed. Larry is usually shirtless and rubbing his nipples. And Matt is nearly salivating at the sight of Larry’s balls and the head of his cock peeping out of his shorts cuff. I imagine Matt has blue balls and cannot wait to get home to jack off and relieve some of the pressure on his cock. I had always figured Larry for a cock-tease, because in all the time I had known him, he had never gotten hard or even leaked the least bit of precum in all our discussions. I wondered if the show wasn’t a prelude to sex with his wife. In the years since Larry and his wife had moved into the neighborhood they’d had 4 more kids to join the one they had upon arriving. There were 4 girls, and the youngest was a boy. But nothing had ever changed. Larry had shown off his goods for 20 years, frustrating his fair share of neighbors and passersby. But to my knowledge, he only fucked around with his wife. So it was somewhat of a surprise when I went over one day at midmorning to borrow a hammer from Larry and spied a sweaty, lily-white ass pumping an equally white rump for all it was worth. I could hear balls slapping the flesh into which a long hard cock was being plunged with fervor. Both bodies glistened with sweat, it was Summer Surprise • 17

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literally running off the man on top in runnels into the bottom’s asscrack, and the flow was so abundant, it looked like he was pissing. Neither of them made a sound other than loud grunts in time with the slapping. So accustomed was I to seeing Larry’s back, I assumed he was pummeling Matt at long last. From the way Matt worshipped Larry’s body during their porch discussions, I didn’t think it would have taken Larry too much trouble to get Matt to submit. I was just wondering what the final straw was when I heard a long whistle escape the fucker’s lips as he withdrew his slimy cock from the well ridden ass. As he stood up, I could tell it was, in truth, not Larry who was fucking so furiously. As he turned, I saw it was his son, Tony. Tony’s hard cock stood out from his body at at 90º angle, looking like a springboard and drooling cock-snot. The bottom turned to suck the end of Tony’s dick and lick it clean. Who to my wondering eyes was it? LARRY! Larry’s cock was equally rigid and he obviously had not cum yet. I could tell from his posture that he was pumping Tony’s load out of his ass, and using it as lube, he continued to stroke his cock to orgasm. His mouth was full of cock, and his cum shot up and hit Tony in the ass. Larry finished swabbing Tony’s cock and then licked the rest of his body clean of cum and sweat. Both men were rock hard and ready to go again by the time he was done. Tony laid on his back in the hammock and threw his legs up, winking his asshole at his dad. Larry took no time mounting Tony’s willing ass and began an award winning impression of a jack hammer. At first Tony was breathless. Then he really got into the exercise. Larry’s bush was rubbing Tony’s balls, and unable to withstand the erotic sensations, his cock expanded prior to shooting another load. While his Dad sucked up his spooge, I notice Tony pinching his own tits – tits that were perfect replicas of his dad’s. The more he manipulated them, the more he moaned. The more he moaned, the tighter his ass gripped Larry’s hard cock. Larry obviously delighted in this additional cock torture and redoubled the force of his thrusts. Another five lunges was all it took to get his rocks off in his son’s ass. He pulled out unceremoniously and crouched while he sucked his load out of Tony’s puckered ring. He lovingly tongued the rosebud after he was satisfied he’d gotten it 18 • Summer Surprise

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all. Then he sucked Tony’s pubic and groin areas for the residual of Tony’s blasts. As he made his way up Tony’s vibrating body, he had Tony’s legs splayed so much that I had a perfect view of his not-so-cherry asshole. As Larry locked his teeth on Tony’s right nipple, the pleasure was so intense for the boy that he strained and some of the sperm that was too deep for Larry to retrieve came shooting out of his ass. In the heat of the moment, neither man had ever suspected my presence. I slipped away leaving the men in the afterglow of hard satisfying sex, vowing to “borrow” that hammer more often in the future.

Getting in Trouble is Fun by Karl Jensen I knew I was taking a big risk, but there are sometimes when you’ve just got to do what you’ve got to do. Kevin Martin was the hottest guy in school, and I had been lusting after him for weeks. It must have been obvious, because one day, right after lunch period, he walked up to me and shoved a piece of paper in my hand. Not looking at me, he said, “Open it where no one else can see,” and walked right past me. I quickly ducked into the boys’ room, locked myself in a stall and opened the paper. On it was what was obviously an outline of a cock. Written inside the outline, it said, “This is how big my cock is. If you want to suck it, meet me in the first floor boys’ room after school today. Wait until everyone else is gone.” My heart started pounding in excitement and my dick got hard immediately. I held the paper up to my face and sniffed to see if I could smell his rod, but there was nothing there but the scent of ink and notebook paper. I hurriedly tore the note up and flushed it. I didn’t want to take the chance that anyone else would find it, and I was sure Kevin didn’t want to take that chance, either. I had two hours to go before the end of the school day, and although I showed up for all three of my afternoon classes, my mind was in the first floor boys’ room the whole time. I could hardly wait. When the last bell rang, I had to struggle not to run all the way down to the restroom. I wanted to play it cool. I dawdled at my locker for a while, letting the hallways clear. It seemed like hours, but within a couple of minutes, the halls were almost completely empty. I figured it was safe to head downstairs. Getting in Trouble is Fun • 19

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The first floor boys’ room was located in a corner under the stairs. I slowly pushed the door open, and stepped inside. I could see Kevin’s back. He was standing at a urinal, acting like he was peeing. He heard me walk up behind him, turned around and got a big smile on his face. “Hi,” he said in a low, husky whisper. He voice was shaky from lust. “I knew you’d come. You wanna suck me off?” I nodded. He turned around and showed me his cock. It was standing straight up out of the fly of his jeans. The tracing on his note did not do it justice. I walked up to him and grasped it in my hand. It was hot, moist and sticky. He quickly undid my pants and pushed them down, grasping my hardon through my Jockey’s. A wet spot was already starting to form there. Kevin grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head, sighing as he ran his hands over my naked chest. I had to get his cock in my mouth. As I started to kneel, I stumbled a little, but Kevin caught me. “Kick your jeans off, dude,” he suggested. I did and knelt down in front of him in just my socks, shoes and Jockey shorts. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his cock. He was still fully dressed, but from the opening of his fly, I could smell his horny teenage aroma. I felt some more precum drool out into my underwear. Just then, we heard the door open! “Fuck!” Kevin yelled. He ripped his cock out of my mouth, and pushed past me and the figure at the door. He was gone in a flash. I, on the other hand, tumbled to the floor and was sitting there with my back against the cool, hard porcelain of the urinal when Mr. Bickings approached me. “Karl?” he said. I looked up at him and nodded. “Are you all right? Who was that other boy? Was he forcing you to … do something?” Before I could think, I said, “No. I was sucking his cock. I wanted to.” At least I had the presence of mind not to rat Kevin out. Mr. Bickings stood there for a moment, then got a funny look on his face. “I think you’d better come with me.” He reached down and picked up my jeans and t-shirt. I thought he was going to help me get dressed, but he just held onto my clothes as he steered me out the door and down the hallway to the principal’s office. Mr. Nelson looked up as Mr. Bickings opened the door and pushed me inside. “What’s this, Dan?” He asked. 20 • Getting in Trouble is Fun

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“It seems that young Mr. Jensen here has decided that school property is a good place to give blow jobs to his classmates.” Mr. Nelson loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. He held me with his steely gaze. “Is this true son? Were you really doing that?” “I guess so. Yeah. I mean … well, yes, I was.” “Hmm. Well, surely you realize that a public bathroom is not an appropriate place for that sort of activity. Those things are private, son. That’s why they should be done in a private place. At home, in your private room.” “Or in a private office,” Mr. Bickings said as he stepped from behind me. While Mr. Nelson had held my attention, he had stripped off his clothes. He was completely naked, and his big, cut cock was hanging low and heavy over his hairy nutsac. The tip gleamed with moisture I gasped, but he just sat down in one of the chairs in the principal’s office, saying, “I think some disciplinary action is in order, don’t you Sam?” Getting in Trouble is Fun • 21

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I looked back at Mr. Nelson. Now he was taking off all his clothes, too. His cock was standing straight up, just like Kevin’s had been. “I hate to say it, son, but I think Mr. Bickings is right. You’d better bend over his knee,” he said, sitting in the chair next to Mr. Bickings. At first I was confused. I didn’t really know what was happening. Slowly, I walked forward, stood between Mr. Bickings’ spread thighs and bent over his knee. He gave my ass a couple of swats, then slid his hand under the waistband of my Jockey’s and slid them down my thighs. My hard cock slapped up against his hairy leg. I felt his hot hands spread my asscheeks. “Hey!” I cried out in surprise. Looking back, I saw Mr. Bickings stick a finger in his mouth and then bring the wet digit back to my asshole. As he slipped it inside, he said to Mr. Nelson, “You need to plug this kid’s mouth. That’s what he’s been after anyway.” Mr. Nelson grabbed his cock at the base and guided it to my mouth. I started swallowing it as Mr. Bickings began plunging first one, then two fingers up my hole. My legs started to shake, and I started to push back against his hand. Precum was dripping off of my dickhead onto the carpet beneath me. I was moaning around Mr. Nelson’s cock when Mr. Bickings stood up and pressed his fat, veiny ramrod against my hole. I felt a warm wetness as he spat on his cock and my hole at the same time. He was going to fuck me. He was going to shove that fat monster up my tight asshole using only his spit for lube. I pushed back against him. Something deep inside me had taken over. I had wanted to suck Kevin’s cock earlier, but he was just another boy. Now I wanted to be stuffed at both ends by these two MEN. I wanted to belong to them; to have them use my mouth and ass for their pleasure and mine. It was a shame Kevin had run away earlier. I had a feeling he might have enjoyed this kind of punishment. He may have even learned something. In no time we got into a fucking and sucking rhythm. My ass was juicing up from Mr. Bickings’ precum. In no time he was growling and filling me up with his cum. That must have been what set Mr. Nelson off. As he pumped his spunky load down my throat, Mr. Bickings reached underneath me and milked a huge cumwad out of my nuts. Being in trouble had never been so much fun, but fortunately, my teacher and my principal told me I didn’t have to wait to get in trouble to get sent to the principal’s office. They told me to feel free to stop by any time. And I did. Often. 22 • Getting in Trouble is Fun

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The Thing About My Dad part 3 by A.C.E. This morning, my dad worked out his quads by scrunching me up in his big hairy arms and jamming my ass up and down his steel hard cock while he pumped out 40 deep knee squats. After he blew his wad up my butt, my dad took his furry, muscled body to the gym and came home a couple of hours later with his new “workout” buddy, Stash. My dad, Stash and I had a wild afternoon, ending with Dad forcing his super-flanged cockhead up against Stash’s pole as the tall, lanky, long-haired, goateed fucker invaded my boyhole. Now Stash and my dad are kicking back on the couch, knocking back some brews while I tongue bathe their scum-covered crotches after the double dick assault on my ass. Every now and then, they yank me up to probe my mouth with their tongues just to make sure I’m doing my job right. Occasionally, they pass me a gulp of beer from their mouths to mine as a reward for a job well done. In fact, that’s what my dad’s doing when we hear a barrage of pounding on the door. Dad practically sprays his mouthful of warmed up beer into my face and shouts, “Door’s open, c’mon in!” pushing me back down between his knees. The door opens, I hear some stomping in the hallway, and then not one, but two huge Santas come barging into the living room. They both look down at me kneeling naked on floor in front of my dad and Stash. One of them, putting his large black gloved hands on his big, padded, red velvet clad hips, says to the other, “I can’t tell, Santa Moe, is that little boy being good or bad?” Santa Moe, running his fingers through his obviously fake white beard, replies, “Not sure, Santa Leo, maybe we better check it out – twice – before we decide what list to put him on.” Santa Leo leans down, hunching over his overstuffed “belly” and shoves his large face right in front of my beer covered puss. With his nose practically right in my mouth, he sniffs a couple of times and says, “I don’t know, Santa Moe, this boy’s mouth smells like the toilet at a gay bar. I’m pretty sure he’s been naughty.” That cracks my dad and Stash up. But I’m thinking, Speaking of breath, shouldn’t Santa Leo’s smell like milk and cookies? All I smell is cigars and cheap beer and, I think, chili cheese fries. Santa Moe leans in and does the same. “You’re right, Santa Leo,” he says. “But the boy could just be doing his community service and The Thing About My Dad part 3 • 23

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helping to keep place the clean. That would mean he’s been nice.” Santa Moe’s breath smells just like Santa Leo’s. “Make yourselves at home guys,” says my dad. “Stash, these are my pals Leo and Moe.” Stash halfway lifts his right hand and says, “Hey, Santa dudes.” Santa Moe looks down at Stash’s incredibly long dong draped over the edge of the couch, gives it a tug, and says, “I see you already got 24 • The Thing About My Dad part 3

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your Christmas present. I hope you’ve been good and are sharing with all the other boys.” Santa Leo shoves a big floppy black boot in between my asscheeks, wiggles it around a little and says, “I’m pretty sure he has.” “You boys want some beers?” my dad asks Santas Moe and Leo. “Nah, we brought our own,” they respond in unison and then reach down and pull a couple of 40 ouncers from inside each of their boots. They open ’em up and start to gulp them down as my dad ruffles a hand through my hair and says, “This slack-jawed little man is my son.” The Thing About My Dad part 3 • 25

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I know I should say something polite so I don’t embarrass my dad, but I can’t stop staring at the Santas, especially since they’re starting to disrobe. “Whatsamatta kid?” my dad asks, “Did you forget Christmas is cumming?” In my defense, Christmas is a good three weeks away. Anyway, I’m too preoccupied watching the Santas snatch off their furry hats and fake beards. Underneath the caps are two shiny bald domes and underneath the phony white whiskers are two full kinky-haired beards, flecked with gray. That’s when I realize they’re identical twins! Next, off come the Santa suit tops. I’m expecting to see some pillows held in place by duct tape, but it turns out their Santa stomachs are all theirs. They’re both wearing wife beater shirts, full of holes, neither one of which is big enough to cover their ample bellies. And they’re covered with wooly manfur. It tufts up from their hulking shoulders along their thick necks, covers their pile driver arms all the way down to their grimy fingernails, pokes out from the holes in their undershirts, and all of it, like their beards, is flecked with the same gray. Next the boots come off and the pants come down. They’re both wearing tighty whities, neither of which are very tight anymore, or very white. I check out their “holiday” baskets. It looks like they’re both hiding a couple of oranges in the pouches so they can slip them in the foot of some deserving kids’ Christmas stocking. They pull their underwear down past their butts; each cheek is as big as a side of ham and bristlier than a wild boar. Then they shove their briefs down their hairy tree trunk legs and off over their furry feet. Hanging below their furry tummies are twin sets of the largest hairy balls I’ve even seen. They both take their briefs and rub them under their big low hangers. Moe beckons me over with a big finger while Leo says, “C’mon kid, dontcha wanna play with the gifts we brought ya?” Then Moe holds his drawers in both hands and starts waving them back and forth like a toreador, saying to Leo “Let him play with the wrapping first, you know how much the little ones love that.” Little ones is right. My dad’s a big tall hairy muscle god. And Stash is a foot and a half taller than my dad and almost as sexy. But the twins are giants. I practically feel like a little elf next to them. I crawl over to them, completely entranced by the jiggling of their enormous hairy sacks. I’m not sure which I want more, to try and stuff them in 26 • The Thing About My Dad part 3

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my mouth or feel them slapping against my ass – then I realize that since there’s two of them, I might not have to choose between one or the other. Leo and Moe wad up their briefs and rub them under my nose before trying to stuff them in my mouth. Those are some pretty big drawers, so I just manage to suck on one and then another, but the twins have other plans anyway and toss the briefs over to my dad and Stash. I turn around to look at them in time to see them pick up the twins’ underwear and take a deep whiff and then go back to stroking themselves while playing with each other’s tits. “How about a taste of the real thing?” Leo says to me as grabs hold of my head, tilting it back and straddling my face so he can flop his big bull nuts over my face. The hairy sack is so huge, it covers my eyes, nose and mouth. I take in a big whiff of the sweaty balls, and sticking my tongue out, I give them a quick bath before sucking one of Leo’s orange-sized balls into my mouth. I wish I could get them both in there, but there’s no way. Leo seems fine with this though, stroking my head and saying, “That’s it boy; get Santa Leo’s chestnuts all toasty.” After a few minutes, Leo plops his ball out of my mouth and pushes the other in. I give it the same treatment and then, a few minutes later, I hear Moe say, “Leo, stop hogging that kid all to yourself. Pass him over here.” Leo obliges, pulling his nut out of my mouth and passing me over to Moe’s twin set of baby makers. I give Moe’s fuzzy dangler’s the same I gave Leo’s. I guess Moe wants to move on, because he hoists me up over his thick shoulder, and I feel his thick fingers start fiddling around with my cornhole. Draped upside-down over Moe’s wide wooly back, I stretch my arms out, latch on and start licking his back hair like a happy puppy. “That boy’s crazy for manfur,” I hear my dad say. “The sweatier, the better. “That true, son?” Leo asks, stepping behind his brother and lifting my head up to face him. “Cuz I think Santa Leo might have another present for you.” Leo lifts his wife beater up and pushes one of his thick nips into my mouth. “Suck on this for a sec, kid,” says Leo. I do as he says, grabbing onto his shaggy mountain of his man-tit to balance myself. It’s really solid, as if the twins got that big from yanking up redwoods by their roots and then eating them for breakfast. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Leo take off his wife beater and use it to The Thing About My Dad part 3 • 27

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wipe off the sweat from his bushy armpit. Leo yanks up my head by the hair and shoves the undershirt in my mouth. “Watcha doin’ back there, Leo?” I hear Moe ask. “The boy’s butt hole is twitchin’ like crazy.” “Oh, my brother,” Leo tells Moe, “We’re gonna have us some fun tonight.” Then, to my dad, Leo says, “Tank, why dontcha show us one of those buttfuckin’ workouts yer always braggin’ about so we can get this holiday party started right.”

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“To the workout room then, gentlemen,” Dad says and heads down to the basement. We all follow my dad downstairs, with me still slung over Moe’s shoulder. The floor of our downstairs gym is covered in thick black rubber, the walls and ceiling are covered with mirrored panels. There’s a few weight benches, a couple of pull-up bars and large wrestling mat. “Where’s all the equipment?” Moe asks. “You’re holding it,” my dad answer. “Toss ’im down there.” The Thing About My Dad part 3 • 29

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He must’ve been pointing to the wrestling mat, ’cause I land there on my back a couple seconds later with a loud thump. I look up and see all four of them standing around me in a semicircle stroking their cocks. I get my first look at the twins’ wangs. They’re as thick and long as beer cans, tapering off to pointy heads. “Flip over and spread ’em, son,” my dad says. Dad starts with push-ups, punching his super wide cock through my assring and pumping out 20 fast reps to show off for the twins. “Check this out,” he then says, and holds his last rep up in the air. With his fat cock-knob locked inside, my ass stays up in the air with it. Then he starts swaying his hips from side to side, making my willy swing around and leave a splatter-trail of precum on the mat below. “Shit, that’s hot!” the twins bark in unison. “Show ’em something else,” Stash says. “This one’s the showstopper,” my dad says as he walks over to the pull-up bar. I go over to where’s he standing and he lifts me up so I can grab onto the bar. I hang there and spread my legs apart. My dad places his hands on the bar outside of mine and then lifts up and straightens his legs out in front of him. I let go of the bar with one hand and wrap it around my dad’s neck. I take my other hand off the bar and use it to position my dad’s cockhead against my hole, then I slide down my dad’s cock, wrapping my arms around his thick hairy neck. My dad starts doing pull-ups, keeping me balanced on his fuckpole to add extra weight. “This works out everything,” my dad boasts. “Biceps, delts, abs, even the glutes.” “And yer kid’s hole,” Leo says. “Yeah, we’re all impressed,” Moe says. “Now bring the boy down here so all of us can have some fun.” My dad hugs me close to him, and then drops to the ground. He cockwalks me over to the guys and says “Where do you want ’im?” Leo leans over to Moe and whispers into his ear. Moe cracks a smile and says to my dad, “Lay ’im down here” pointing to one of the weight benches. My dad pulls his cock out of my hole and lays me down. Leo straddles my head and I think I’m gonna get another mouth full of oversized balls, but instead he sits down, forcing my face into his enormous, hairy crack with my mouth pressed right up against his musty hole. Leo’s nutsac hangs over my chin and his balls rest on my throat. He 30 • The Thing About My Dad part 3

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pulls my legs up and says, “OK, kid, let’s see if you can tell who’s cock this is up yer ass.” I feel a dick enter my hole and then shove itself in so far up my ass it can only be Stash. So I yell “Stash” into Leo’s asscrack. “You sure?” I hear my dad say as Stash continues to ream out my hole. “You better take your time and make sure you’ve got the right answer.” “Unless you let someone else in here with a foot-long dong, I’m sticking with my first answer,” I mumble into Leo’s hole. My dad, of course, picks up every word. “Don’t get cocky, son,” he says, flicking my nuts. “That’s our job.” Stash plows my ass a while longer and then Leo shouts, “Next!” I feel my dad’s cockhead instantly replace Stash’s as it pulls out. “C’mon, Dad,” I shout into Leo’s crack. “I know that’s you.” “You better know when your old man’s cock is up your ass,” Dad says. “Yeah, yeah,” I hear Leo say. “You’ve already had a bunch of fun in the kid’s buns. Give someone else a go.” My dad laughs and pulls his cock out. I’m guessing Moe’s next, and sure enough, I feel a pointy cockhead lodge just inside my assring. Then Moe shoves his club all the way up my chute in one quick thrust. When the beer can sized base hits my butt hole, I feel like I’m gonna split in half. “YEEEE-OWWWW!” I yell into Leo’s ass. “No,” says Leo. “It’s Santa Moe, but two outta three ain’t bad.” “C’mon Leo,” says Moe. “There’s better uses for the kid’s mouth than shoutin’ up yer shitchute.” “True enough,” says Leo, and he climbs off my face, tilts my head back and starts feeding his fat frankfurter all the way down my throat until his fuzzy babymakers cover my eyes. “Play with my nubs, bro,” Leo says to Moe. Moe leans over to twist his twin’s tits and presses his big, hairy belly against my boydick. Getting plugged at both ends by twin giants is enough to push me over the edge, but add the fact that my peter is rubbing against a sweaty, furry stomach, and it only takes a few more pumps from the brothers to force my boyload out. continued on page 34 The Thing About My Dad part 3 • 31

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continued from page 31 “Shit, the kid’s cumming!” Moe moans. “Oh fuck, Leo, you gotta feel the kid’s hole tighten up around your cock when he cums.” Leo groans as he empties the huge load from his enormous balls up my ass. Moe pulls his cock out of my mouth, pulls me off his brother’s cock, and flips me around so he can shove his rod up my twitching hole. Moe’s cock is still steadily leaking cum, so I tilt my head back to lap it up as Leo pounds his brother’s huge load into my asswalls. “Shit bro’, this is sweet!” Leo huffs as empties his own huge load up my ass. “Fuck, guys,” Moe says to my dad and Stash. “Sorry we used him all up.” “Don’t worry,” my dad says, rubbing his hard cock across my cumcoated tummy. “The kid’s good for a few rounds.” “Yeah, Santa dudes,” Stash says, jostling Leo aside and pushing his cock into my double-load-filled ass. “Thanks for juicing him up.” “Why don’t you guys go upstairs grab some more brews and bring ’em down,” Dad says as he forces his scummy cock into my mouth. “Bring down some snacks too!” he shouts after the twins. “You’ll need some energy for the next few rounds.”

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Right away! ¡Enseguida!

Yes? Oh, hi, Mr. Reeves! What? Now? AGAIN? ¿Sí? ¡Ah, hola, Sr. Rivas! ¿Cómo dice? ¿Ahora? ¿OTRA VEZ?

Hi, boy. I have something to tell you. I’m glad you could come… Hola, muchacho. Quiero decirte algo. Qué bueno que pudiste venir…

I’m sure you are. What is it now? Claro que sí. ¿Ahora qué?

The rent for 2010? ¿La renta de 2010?

Oh, no, my boy. I’m sorry. Oh, no, muchacho. Lo siento.

Your folks called and paid for everything. Now, this is for FUN. Tus papás llamaron y pagaron todo. Esto es por DIVERSIÓN.

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OK, then! Give it to me, you dirty old man!! ¡Está bien, pues! ¡Déme eso, viejo sucio!!

You know that I’m gonna have fuck you, now, don’t you boy?? ¿Sabes que ahora tengo que cogerte, verdad, muchacho??

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OH, MR. REEVES! You gotta be shittin’ me! I thought you were just a cocksucker!! ¡Sr. Rivas! ¡No me joda! ¡Pensé que sólo le gustaba mamar penes y dar el culo!!

Guess what, little fucker! YOU are going to shit me when I fuck you deep in your ASS! ¿Que no te joda? ¡Eso y más te voy a hacer, cabroncito, en todo tu CULO!

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Like that, boy? LIKE MY COCK UP YOUR ASS?? ¿Te gusta, chico? ¿MI VERGA EN TU CHIQUITO?

Yeah, Mr. Reeves! Harder, DEEPER!! ¡Sí, Sr. Rivas! ¡Más duro, MÁS!

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I’m cumming, boy! Deep inside your hot CHUTE!! AAAAHH!! ¡Me vengo, muchacho! ¡Bien adentro de tu RECTO! ¡AAAHH!

Merry Christmas, Bobby! Wow, look at that! ¡Feliz Navidad, Beto! ¡Guau, miren eso!

Hey, sir! We’ve been good boys this year too! ¡Oiga, señor! ¡Nosotros también nos portamos bien este año!

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And so it happened. My friends and I shared Mr. Reeves’ hot body and orifices on that Christmas Eve.

Y así sucedió que mis amigos y yo compartimos cada hoyo del calenturiento Sr. Rivas en esa Navidad.

Hey, boys! Where do you live? I have rooms available! GLUG… YEAHH! ¡Oigan, chavos! ¿En dónde viven? ¡Hay cuartos disponibles! GLUG… ¡RICOO!!

Bobby told us! We’re moving in tomorrow! And wait till the rest of the gang comes this New Year! ¡Beto nos lo dijo! ¡Nos mudamos mañana! ¡Y espere que llegue el resto de la pandilla en Año Nuevo!

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When in the space of one hour, the radio started playing a third version of “Silent Night, Holy Night”, Tom Colford had half a mind to throw his glass at the stereo just to silence it. He was drunk and he felt like doing something to impress his new drinking buddy. The small bar had been rather empty that night, and it hadn’t taken long to involve this young guy – who apparently was on his own as well – in a conversation about the Broncos and Colford’s ongoing divorce-drama. Colford couldn’t recall what the boy’s name was, but he told him how his wife had kicked him out, and he had found himself without a job in a shabby apartment on the outskirts of town. He finished up by relating how he had arrived at his old home earlier in the day with his arms full of presents for his family, only to get the door slammed right in his face. Ranting on, drink after drink, he still had no idea who his silent drinking buddy was when the grumpy barman told his two single customers that it was closing time. “C’mon, man!” Colford said. “Can we at least have a piss before we leave?” §

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As they stuffed their cold-shrivelled peckers back in their pants, Tom’s new buddy asked, “So, what are we going to do with the rest of the night? Got anything to drink over at your place, cowboy?” Colford shook his head as he looked into the expectant eyes of his companion. “Nah! I drank the only bottle I had left earlier today.” “Pity! Well – best I got at my place are a few six-packs. Might have some rum stored somewhere. What you say? Want to continue celebrating Christmas over at my place?” As Colford sobered up a little in the cold air, the his companion’s name came back to him: Jake Knight. Jake told him he had had a falling out with his parents, who were enjoying a warm holiday with his step sister in Florida. Now Colford was following Jake’s directions, driving towards his cozy apartment through the deserted streets. Could be worse, Colford thought. Even though if felt kind of odd to be fraternizing with a boy not much older than his own kids, it somehow made him feel young and wild again, and he didn’t see why he shouldn’t enjoy it while it lasted. Once inside the warm apartment, the two guys stretched out next to each other on the couch with a beer in their hands, flipping through the channels. When Jake came across an old Elvis show, Tom groaned, “Oh, my god! Not ‘Aloha’, please!” Jake refused to zap to the next channel, and Colford rushed over to try and force the remote control out of the boy’s hands. He landed on top of Jake, then quickly rolled back to his side of the couch, afraid the boy might have noticed the instant hardon that the spontaneous action had brought about. “Sorry for that! Guess I’ve picked up some bad habits of my daughters.” He breathed deeply. Jake pushed up on his elbows, eyeing the man for a while. “You know …“ Colford continued, “… maybe I should have taught those useless sluts a lesson but I never touched them!” “You telling me you were thinking about … having sex with your daughters?” “I don’t know, man! Right now, I think I’d fuck pretty much any hole I could get. Can’t even find a decent whore in this shit hole of a town on Christmas night. You have no idea how I need it!” “If you really don’t care – what’s keeping you?” Colford’s brains were too boozed to register what Jake might be implying, so the boy continued, “If you really don’t care about anything, as long as you can stick your cock up some hole – what’s keeping you Silent Knight • 43

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from taking advantage of some drunk kid like me?” Colford looked at him was a puzzled expression. Jake moved in closer and caressed the older man’s hairy chest. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fooled around with another guy before?” Tom tried to put together a reply that was not actually a lie. “You’re not telling me you want to … I mean … you’re not the kind of guy …. I mean … not a queer …?” Jake sniggered, “Gay? No! But I have fooled around in school. You know, jacking off in the showers with the other guys and stuff. Always wondered what it might be like going all the way, though!” “Man, that’s just sick!” But Colford was not sure how to push Jake away from him. “Got anything better to do? You need it, I need it and at least we can blame it all on the booze tomorrow.” The boy’s eyes almost paralyzed the man with a naughty twinkle. “One hole’s as good as the next, I guess ….” With that, Colford answered the approach of the boys shining, red lips with a kiss that developed into a passionate embrace. Heating up and wriggling out of their clothes, the odd couple were soon in a frenzy, exploring each other’s bodies. They could not have been more different. The tender, slim boy soon surrendered to the massive muscles of Tom’s body, caressing, kissing, working ever closer to the inevitable climax. Colford got all worked up when he felt Jake’s hole snatch for his cock as he rubbed it between the boy’s hairless thighs. Jake broke from his embrace to pull a strip of condoms out of the table drawer. The fragile layer of latex wasn’t nearly as constricting to his dick as the tightness of the younger guy’s ass. Colford pushed in hesitantly, tenderly, not wanting to hurt him. It was far from easy to get in, but once Jake’s hole had been penetrated and the hot ring of muscle had been stretched open, Tom fell into an automatic motion and submerged deeper and deeper into the young man beneath him. Wet heat greeted his cock and swelled to a wave that spread through his body, making him more daring and anxious to please that tender youth with firm thrusts. Colford wanted to show Jake how grateful he was for this relief, so he sank down and continued kissing the boy’s neck and shoulders, his soft ears and cheeks, all the while pumping deeper and deeper into him. Silent Knight • 45

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He felt dizzy and lost all awareness of time. He shot his load into the boy, completely unaware of the condom that wrapped his thrusting cock until the sweet juice leaked out and dribbled down onto his hairy balls. For as long as he could maintain his hardon, Tom kept thrusting, trying his best to please the boy beneath him. Colford finally felt his cock soften and rolled his weight of the equally exhausted Jake. “Cigarette?” the boy offered. Grateful, Tom accepted and inhaled, wondering about what the hell he had just done. Even though there was little need to speak, Colford felt that after this intimacy and every thing he’s already told the boy that night, the time had come for a confession, for his chance to rid his conscience of what had haunted him for most of his life. Still panting he started admitting what Jake had already suspected. “There was a boy once … must be over 20 years ago now. His name was Nicky. Our parents were friends and he was like a little brother to me. He always wanted to hang out with me and my buddies. There was something weird about the way he behaved; the way he looked at us, you know? One night when we were drinking, one of the guys came up with the idea he might be a fag and said we should him a lesson. So we rounded him up. Raped him till dawn.” “No shit!?” “Yeah … I don’t know why I joined in. Guess we were all too drunk and worked up; horny young bastards taking from him what most of the girls wouldn’t give us. “Next day I felt disgusted. I couldn’t figure out what to say to him, to apologize for how I had betrayed his trust. I never could look him in the eye again. Not long after, he left town in the middle of the night. They kept searching for him for some years; kept asking me questions, because we had always been close. But they never found out how close I had been to him. We let out our own frustration on him and ruined his life. And in the end, it ruined my own! I never dared to mess with a guy after that, though sometimes I was sure if I had wanted to, I could have been with a man again, been gentle to one of those lonely young men out there …. I never dared to look for Nicky myself, and never found out what became of him ….” Tom finished his cigarette, not daring to look at Jake. The boy didn’t know what to say to a confession like that. Silent Knight • 47

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After an eternity of awkward silence, Colford pushed himself up. “Mind if I use your shower?” The warm gush of water almost convinced him that he could wash away the sin he had enjoyed with a complete stranger, sober up and discard what had just happened. Even though they had just shared the utmost intimacy, Tom felt strangely uncomfortable with Jake walking into the bathroom to brush his teeth while he stood naked in the shower. He started to feel that wonderfully tight feeling around his cock again, and shamefully turned away so there was no way Jake could notice it swelling. “Look at that!” he heard from the other side of the glass shower door. Shocked, Colford looked up. Had the boy been staring at him through the door? Had he noticed the throbbing hardon, covered in slick foam? But Jake wasn’t anywhere near the shower door! He was standing next to the toilet, peering out through the blinds. What the hell was going on? Still dripping wet, Colford left the shower and bent over close to Jake, trying not to touch the warm skin of the boy and be tempted to live out more of his urges. In the glow of the streetlights, thick snowf lakes were slowly dancing down on a seamless smooth landscape. An odd looking Silent Knight • 49

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slight elevation in front of the house revealed to him where he had parked his car hours ago. “Shit!” “You weren’t thinking about going anywhere else tonight, I hope!” Panicking, Tom leaned in closer, unaware of how he now touched the boy again. “Maybe we can dig it out or something?” “And then what? You couldn’t even see the road in this blizzard!” A warm hand stroked his masculine hips as Jake’s thighs gently snuggled up against Colford’s groin, firmly clasping the pulsing shaft. “Guess this means I’m stuck with you, then!”

Cousin’s Foreskin by Jon Hold My parents won a trip to Europe – so I won a trip to my Aunt and Uncle’s ranch. I guess I was sort of pissed off. I mean, what was a big city kid supposed to do a day’s drive from the nearest town? My aunt and uncle picked me up at the bus station just before noon. Their son Shane was waiting for us by their pickup truck. He helped put my suitcase and backpack and me in back and showed me how to sit up against the cab to keep the worst of the wind off. Seemed pretty damn primitive to me. In the back of the truck, we shared a lunch of cold chicken, potato salad, egg sandwiches and cold fruit juice. When we were done, Shane casually unbuttoned his Levi’s and pulled out an odd looking, fat cock and pissed into his empty juice container. I tried to not get caught staring; he just told me to go ahead and piss if I needed to. I mumbled something about being OK. I needed to piss, but didn’t want to explain the hardon I’d gotten watching his chubby member. We talked and discovered that our birthdays were only four days apart. He was blond and blue-eyed and whiplash lean, while I was black haired with dark brown eyes. I wasn’t really chubby, but I was round and soft where he was hard and angular. He had a sharp, piercing wit and liked to crack jokes while I was slower and much more serious. For all our differences, we quickly became, not only cousins, but friends. His father and my mother were twins. His mother and my father were brother and sister. They had gotten married in a Cousin’s Foreskin • 51

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double wedding. He and I laughed about that and made dirty jokes about them spending their honeymoon in one room. When we got to the ranch, Shane’s dad, my Uncle Liam, said that, since it was Sunday, he and I could do whatever we wanted until it was time to do chores. We carried my luggage to Shane’s room. He asked me if I wanted to go swimming and I said, “Sure.” He took off running and it was all I could do to keep up. There was a creek out behind the barn and we followed it downstream to a waterfall and a good-sized pond. Shane stripped off his clothes and jumped in. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Shane laughed and told me to get naked and jump in, the water felt great. I admitted that I’d never gone skinny-dipping before and Shane just laughed again and climbed out of the water to help me undress. The sun shining off all the water-beads covering his body mesmerized me. Shane undressed me like I was his little brother or something. I was used to the older boys taking command and telling me what to do, so I didn’t resist. I just helped Shane undress me, staring at his awesome body the whole time. When he got my underpants off, Shane laughed and put his hand around my rock-hard boner. “Man, what’s got you on the rail? I’ve never seen anyone this hard.” “What’s wrong with your dick?” was what I blurted out. I blushed bright red, but it was too late. Shane grinned and stared down at himself, “There’s nothing wrong with my dick. What makes you think there is?” I pointed, “You don’t have a cockhead, just a shaft.” Shane laughed. With his other hand he took hold of his own dick and pulled the skin back, exposing a damp-looking cockhead with a big vertical pisshole. I said,“Wow!” and Shane laughed again, “Ain’t you never seen a guy with a foreskin before?” I shook my head. “Well,” Shane said, putting both hands on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees, “get a good look.” I was damn near drooling. When he let go, his extra skin recovered the exposed cockhead. I was staring, paralyzed, at the most fabulous cock I’d ever seen. Partly, I guess, because it was the first cock anyone had actually let me really look at. All the other guys just wanted me to suck them and get it over with, especially when there was a group of them. 52 • Cousin’s Foreskin

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Thick, soft flesh. Pink-brown and strong. That was my first impression as Shane’s groin filled my vision. I imagined trying to wrap my hand around that fat tube. That’s when I finally noticed how long it was. Longer than the width of my palm. Five, maybe six inches. Just hanging there limp, it was bigger than a lot of cocks I had seen hard. My tongue flicked out and kept my spit from drooling down my chin. I wanted that thing in my mouth just to see if it tasted nearly as good as it looked. The skin on the shaft was smooth, thin and translucent. I could see the veins right through the skin. Not just the ridges they made, but the blue color of them. The skin at the end of his cock was different. Sort of bunched up and wrinkly. There was a hole about the size of the end of my baby finger right at the end of it and I could just see the glimmer of his wet piss slit hiding behind the thick double fold of skin. The whole thing sort of reminded me of the wrinkles on a ball sack, only smaller and finer. That got my eyes off his cock for a second, so I could look at his balls. I love balls and Shane’s were magnificent. Big, heavy orbs filling a sack of smooth skin, lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. An urge to bury my nose in the sack overcame me, and I felt lightheaded. The powerful scent of young male animal filled me with lust. Shane smiled down at me. “You like that?” he asked. I moaned deep in my chest and leaned forward as his hand cupped the back of my neck. My nose slid between his thigh and the still wet folds of skin. Shane’s heavy shaft pressed under my cheek as I deeply inhaled and licked the bottom of the full ball sack. I started drooling for real. Shane massaged my neck. He reached down with his other hand and took my nipple between his fingers. He pinched – hard. My head dropped backwards. “Ahhhhhhhhh …” was cut off as Shane dropped his huge balls into my open mouth. Automatically, I sucked and Shane ground his balls into my face. The harder I sucked, the harder he pulled my head into his groin. I started nursing on my mouthful, and Shane started riding my face to glory, thrusting back and forth like he was trying to pull his balls out of my mouth – only pushing down so they couldn’t possibly escape. Shane finally let go of my tit and carefully extracted his balls from my ravenous mouth. He pulled me up and lip-locked me as his fingers opened and penetrated my ass. I was pushing down to get his fingers deeper up inside me Cousin’s Foreskin • 53

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and pushing up to get more of his tongue in my mouth, all at the same time. Shane laughed again and twisted loose, quickly diving into the pond of cool water. Dazed, I followed him. We played in the water for a while with me constantly trying to get hold of my cousin’s dick and balls, and he kept sticking his fingers up my butt. Laughingly, he kept telling me to quit “pestering” him. But I kept it up until he put me over a half-sunken log and spanked my butt. He’d give me three or four swats and then fingerfuck me, over and over until my ass was red and hot and he was fucking me hard with three fingers. His spanking had me so hard and hot I couldn’t hold still. Shane had quit holding me down halfway through the spanking, I held onto the log and lifted my butt to make myself as available as possible. I’d never let any of the other guys touch my butt, but I wanted Shane to have free and easy access, because he was making me feel wonderful. He finally pulled his fingers out of my ass and gave me a final, really hard swat across my burning cheeks and then climbed out of the water. For the rest of the afternoon we stayed dressed, worked and did chores, and Shane refused to even acknowledge that anything out of the ordinary had happened. I just kept getting hornier and hornier. Shane didn’t seem to notice. Nor, apparently, did he notice the tent in my pants or the growing wet spot on the front of my Levi’s. I was embarrassed as hell when we were called up to the big house for the evening meal. I did my best to conceal my condition, but I’m sure Shane’s dad noticed, and I’m pretty sure his mom did also. I had a miserable time trying to eat enough to keep Shane’s mom at bay. His dad just sat there grinning. I turned down watching TV after dinner, saying I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Shane excused himself and said that he’d show me where everything was. And he did, too! As soon as we were in his room he stripped naked and pulled me into his arms. His tongue invaded my mouth, and his hands went down underneath my waistband and squeezed the hell out of my still tender asscheeks. He worked both forefingers inside my ass and then lifted me off the ground. I screamed my lust into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist. Somehow I ended up naked in the shower with him and was forced to wash him down completely. He pulled back his foreskin and showed me how what he called “cock cheese” collected under his foreskin, and then made me completely 54 • Cousin’s Foreskin

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clean his cockhead with my mouth. He said his cockhead was too sensitive for soap, and that as long as I lived in his room I would be responsible for keeping his cockhead clean. It was a task I undertook with great gusto. Shane painted my tonsils white and then got out of the shower. He dried off and then went in and lay down on his back in his big double bed. I explored his body in depth, doing things I’d never even thought of doing before. I licked his armpits until the only odor there was mine. I even, at his suggestion, licked the crack of his ass, and to my great surprise, discovered that licking Shane’s crack and sucking on his butt hole really turned me on! Mostly, though, I discovered the wonders of Shane’s foreskin. What a wonderful addition to the male anatomy it was. The feel of the soft folds in my mouth, the special taste of the loose skin. The trapped feeling of my tongue as it wormed it’s way in between Shane’s prepuce and glans. The unbelievable, intoxicating flavors and tastes and textures to be found, safely ensconced beneath the protective folds. Somehow this small dab of skin made him so much more a male. Shane was the primal stallion and very much in charge. I was his willing receptacle and eager lackey. Twice in the next several hours he grabbed my ears and facefucked me until he came deep in my throat. He kept mumbling about how great it was to be able to throat-fuck me with his whole cock. I just counted my blessings and wondered how I had been found worthy of serving such a stud and hoped that this would never end. We finally fell asleep with his cock still in my mouth. Four times that night he woke up and fucked another load down deep into my stomach. I loved it and wasn’t about to let go of his cock until forced. The next morning I sucked and sucked and sucked on Shane’s ever-hard tool until his dad came pounding on the door of Shane’s room wanting to know when we were going to get our chores done. Shane’s dad had us working with him all day, and we never had a chance to do more than watch each other pee. I kept brushing up against Shane and making lewd motions and gestures. All Shane could do was grope himself and flip me off. Once, when his dad was around the corner, I dropped the back of my britches and told Shane that I had a bad itch, and asked him to scratch it. His dad came back, and all he could do was give me a dirty, “You-just-wait!” glare and flip me the bird for the tenth time that day. Cousin’s Foreskin • 55

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By the time we were finished with afternoon chores, Shane was shaking and there was a big wet spot on the front of his Wranglers. His dad noticed, but just raised his eyebrow and shook his head at the passions of youth. Then he told us he had to go to town and that we were not to bother Shane’s mom, because she was getting ready for the big bake sale. Shane and I waved good-bye as he drove down the graveled road. Then he turned to glare at me. Holding my hand up to ward him off, I started backing up, “Shane. Now, Shane … don’t get all bent out of shape. I was just goofing around. Come on. You can take a joke, can’t you?” Apparently not. Shane lunged for me. I took off across the yard, through the barn, across the paddock and over the fence (that slowed me down, almost enough to get caught) and through the woods. Just before I reached the pond, the only place I knew to run to, Shane got hold of my hair and dragged me to the ground. Laughing, I told him to take it easy. He showed me just how strong he really was by lifting me to my feet with one hand (unluckily, the hand holding my hair) and stripping my baggy pants off with the other. Then he sat on the trunk of a fallen tree and pulled me down across his lap. I’d never been actually spanked in my life. Shane made up for that. Not only did he give me a thorough introduction to plain and simple ass whoopin’, but he also demonstrated some fancy variants that usually involved fingers up inside my virgin hole. Shane was pissed! And really laying into my ass. The odd thing was that I really liked it. I mean, it hurt and everything, but the hurt felt really good and gave me a major hardon, and Shane being so dominant just made me want more. Right in the middle of one of his demonstrations of fancy spanking I grabbed his leg and moaned. Hunching, I came all over his work pants. I shot so hard I thought I was hurting myself. Shane quickly picked up on what was going on, and instead of getting pissed off, he grabbed a big handful of my ass and helped me stay on his lap and not fall to the ground. When I finally quit spewing cum, he threw my pants across the tree trunk and laid me down on top of them. “You enjoy having your ass worked on, I’ll show you how to really enjoy your ass ….” I looked back over my shoulder and Shane had stripped naked. The trees dappled the sunshine that made his skin glow in healthy richness. At the juncture of his legs was another log; to my eyes, not 56 • Cousin’s Foreskin

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much smaller than the one I was laying on. I’d seen Shane hard any number of times by that point, but I’d never seen him in all his natural beauty. The sheer maleness of him. The entire shape of his body and his stance, his stature, the bulk and outrageous size of the male part of him jutting forth, pointing at its goal. And I suddenly became aware of what that goal was. I felt my asshole clench … and then suddenly blossom open. Involuntarily, my butt hole sucked in and out, flashing a message to the single eye of Shane’s male missile that this was its target. Shane moved forward like a zombie. His dick was as much in charge of him as my asshole was in charge of me. All either of us wanted was to impale, to be impaled. Shane poked me and pushed – hard. I lifted my ass to make my hole more available, but his fat cock wouldn’t go in. Shane backed off in frustration. I reached back and used both hands to spread my asscheeks, exposing my rosy pucker even more. Shane moaned. His finger quickly cruised my hole and then punched inside. I moaned and lifted my ass even higher, begging for what Shane so badly wanted to give me. He grabbed his cock and pushed all his excess skin as far forward as he could. Watching him, I pulsed my butt hole at him. A feral grin spread across his face; he knew my ass was his. He stepped forward, and carefully watching the antics of my excited pucker, squished the bunched up mass of foreskin right against my cock-hungry hole. I pushed back, he pushed forward, precum squirted out of his foreskin all over my asshole, and he flowed into me on his built-in rolling conveyer belt. I was fucked! I was penetrated! I was well and truly impaled on a man’s cock, and I loved it! Shane growled deep in his throat and collapsed onto my back, hunching me and driving his entire cock into me. My moans matched his growls, and I fucked him as hard as he was fucking me. We went at it like only two virgin males could go at it. NOTHING else existed that wasn’t involved in getting his cock ever deeper into me. He exploded, came unglued and plastered my guts with sticky gum that I wanted to never stop burning. Holding me so he could kiss me and hump me at the same time, he mumbled, “Damn, is my dad ever going to love fucking your ass.” Cousin’s Foreskin • 57

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Letting Coach Handle It by Cal Ritchie It was a strained back during football training that started it for young Brad. The pain had shot through him, forcing him to sit down quickly on the sideline bench and catch his breath. He knew it was nothing really serious, but he’d have to get it looked at. In the showers after the practice match, he found himself next to a good-looking teammate. “Why not let Coach take a look?” came the reply. “You reckon?” said Brad. “I really didn’t want to bother him with it.” The guy turned to Brad, soaping his balls as he spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be no bother.”

“Has he treated you for this kinda thing before?” “Sure,” the guy smiled. “Lots of us. He’s the best. Believe me.” The guy winked at him as Brad turned off the faucet and grabbed a towel. “He’ll fix it, honest.”

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Brad moved out to the changing room, but noticed that the other guy kept sneaking little looks at him as he showered. Hmm, cute, he thought, then continued drying himself. He figured it couldn’t hurt to ask Coach’s advice anyway, so he dressed, idly watching the guy in the shower as he did so, who now seemed to have a decent sized boner. If he hadn’t wanted to see Coach about the pain in his back, he might have been tempted to stay, but he finished dressing, waved and left the changing room. Brad had always liked Coach and trusted him. He was about mid-50s, with a black mustache and eyebrows and light gray hair. He had an impressive set of shoulders above what looked like a hard-chiseled chest beneath the sports shirts he always wore. He didn’t seem very hairy, which Brad didn’t mind. His dad was hairy – and a mean, bullying son-of-a-bitch as well – so any comparison between Coach and his dad had to come out in Coach’s favor. He looked into several rooms near the gym, but couldn’t find Coach anywhere. He was about to give up for the day, when a door opened to the right of the corridor and a young guy stepped out. Brad knew him to be a year ahead of him in school, and noticing the guy’s flushed face, he guessed he’d been running. Coach looked out from behind him as he was about to close the door, and his eyes met Brad’s. “Hi there, young Brad.” The voice was manly. It was a voice that made Brad feel that whenever he spoke about something, whatever he said was most likely true. He had that kind of aura. “What can I do for you?” Brad blushed. “I feel kinda stupid, Coach,” he began. “I hurt my back during this afternoon’s training. It’s annoying, but I just wondered….” “I’m busy right now, but can you look in here after school? I’ll give it my best shot!” “Sure.” Brad was relieved that Coach hadn’t dismissed him out of hand. “I’ll be here, you bet!” He walked away, and went back upstairs, figuring he’d read for a while until the end of the school day. He’d taken all his exams, and just had a few days before graduating, so after all that studying, he looked forward to just reading for pleasure. He phoned his mom on his mobile to say he’d be home late. He had become invisible in the family, or that’s how it felt to him, now that his sister had had her baby. His father had always seemed to regard him Letting Coach Handle It • 59

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as a waste of space, and Mom was … well she tried to show interest, but Brad was definitely the pale shadow on the wall at home. He idled around the classroom for a while, watching as his pals started for home, and the lights gradually shut down in the various corridors. He looked at his watch. He figured he may as well get back and see if Coach was ready for him. He swung his bag over his shoulder and descended the main staircase to the basement again, where the sports rooms were, and knocked on the door. “Come in!” The man’s voice made his spirits rise as he opened the door. Coach was standing next to a massage table, wearing his usual sports shirt and jogging pants. “C’mon over here, young man.” He held out his hand in welcome, and Brad shook it, noting the firm grip on his own hand. “So what have you done to this back of yours?” Coach placed his hand on Brad’s shoulder and indicated to him to turn round. The boy felt a pleasant shiver as Coach’s hand moved all over his back, prodding him gently. Then when he hit the spot, Brad winced. “Lie on the table and I’ll see if I can massage some relief into it.” “Should I strip?” asked Brad. He thought his voice sounded nervous. “If you’re OK with that. It’ll make it easier for me to massage that back for you.” Brad began to undress, aware that Coach was watching him out of the corner of his eye, but it didn’t bother him, simply because he felt a rapport with Coach that he didn’t feel with anyone else. Certainly not with any other male figure in his life. Like his dad. Brad was aware that he had a good-looking, trim and muscled body, and it didn’t bother him overmuch that no girl had yet had the pleasure of looking him over, though he’d turned a few heads among his school friends, especially in the showers. He folded his clothes neatly and placed them over his bag, then climbed onto the towel-covered table and lay face down. The table was slightly shorter than he was, so he supported his head on his folded arms, while his feet hung over the other end. Coach’s hand brushed against his foot as he moved, sending another tingle through his body, 60 • Letting Coach Handle It

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and he was almost ashamed to admit to himself that he felt the beginning of an erection pressed between his belly and the towel. He heard the rustle of material somewhere behind him, then felt Coach’s cool hands on his back. “You OK, Brad?” came the voice, softer now. Brad verbally guided the hands to the exact spot where the pain was at its worst, and the hands slowly began to massage the muscles. They made a gentle, circular movement with fingers spread, and they gradually moved the length of his back, and down to the rise of his butt. He could feel the relief as the pain lessened, thanks to the hands doing their gently insistent work. “You haven’t pulled a muscle or anything serious, all it needs is some TLC,” came Coach’s voice as he continued to spread his hands over Brad’s back. “It feels just great, Coach,” sighed Brad, resting his head down on his folded arms and trying to take his mind of the long boner that now stretched painfully along beneath his belly. “Just say when you want me to stop.” “No, no, Coach, you carry on!” Brad tried to keep his voice steady as he felt the hand move over the top of his butt. A small voice in his

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head kept screaming, “Lower! Lower!” And he was aware that his cock was now rock-hard beneath him. Coach said nothing, and the hands moved down so that both were on his asscheeks. The circular movements then began to slow and to concentrate themselves over his ass and, very slowly, the hands fluttered over them and down into the crack. Brad’s scattered thoughts were thundering in his head, as he pressed his face into his arms, then he spread his thighs wider, almost as a reflex action to the hands. He was mighty glad that Coach couldn’t see the deep blush that he felt was covering his upper body and face. One hand slid sideways down between his thighs, and Coach’s pinky brushed lightly against Brad’s balls, lying flat against the towel. “You OK, Brad?” Again Coach’s voice, as though from a long way away, sounded assured in the knowledge that his hands were welcome. “A-OK, Coach,” sighed Brad, as he felt the man’s fingers moving over his spread butt. His voice was slightly muffled because his head was flat down on his elbows. “You relaxed, Brad?” The voice was quieter now and huskier. Then he felt a cold spot on his butt, realized that it was lube, and he suddenly froze. He’d never taken anything up his ass, but he still didn’t move and he stayed spread-legged. He figured he’d wait and see what developed first of all, telling himself to relax. RELAX! The lube was rubbed gently into his butt, and then he felt a fingertip run round his ring and slide in. Brad was relieved to find that his ass offered no resistance. Maybe it was because, deep down he trusted the guy; he knew Coach wouldn’t hurt him. Then a second finger joined the first, and after doing the circular tour of his ring, the two fingers slid into him, and they kept on going until he could tell they were up as far as Coach could get them. The world, which right now consisted of just this room, was silent apart from Coach’s slow breathing and Brad’s steam-hammer of a heart. He felt that whatever Coach wanted was OK. No problem. His ass now felt like it was fully occupied as the fingers spread wide within him, moving sideways and back and forth. Brad just loved it, and it seemed so natural. He wanted Coach to go on forever, fingering his asshole and gently probing his inner body. 62 • Letting Coach Handle It

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Then, the fingers withdrew as slowly as they’d entered him, and in some strange way, he felt suddenly empty. He became aware that Coach was moving along the table beside him, finally stopping in front of him. Brad opened his eyes to gaze down on two muscular, naked and tanned legs standing on the floor before him. His eyes flicked upwards to meet the Coach’s piss slit, which was weeping milky trails of precum. The huge hardon swayed before him, and he could smell the man-sweat rising from the bush. He recognized the aroma from when he’d been playing with himself in his bedroom at home. It was a smell from which he could take comfort, and so he closed his eyes, opened his mouth and let his tongue out. As he lapped at the cockhead, Coach’s hands moved again on Brad’s upper back, once more in that circling motion, only stronger and firmer this time, as the boy opened his lips and let the meat slide into his mouth. Coach was big. Brad’s eyes watered a little as the length filled his mouth, pressing down hard on his tongue. Brad had only ever had one cock in his mouth before this, and that was on a scout trip when he’d shared a tent with a junior. The kid had been so nervous that he’d shot his wad almost as soon as Brad had closed his lips over it. Coach was made of sterner stuff, Brad figured, though Coach’s breathing was becoming a little ragged above him. Letting Coach Handle It • 63

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“Easy boy!” Coach murmured as his meat slid back and forth into Brad’s stretched mouth, “I got a load for you, Brad. You just keep on doin’ pretty things to it.” The boy realized that his eyes were almost as wide as his mouth, and a few tears coursed down his cheek as he worked on the veined and heavy cock. His nose wrinkled as Coach’s curly, gray, sweat-dappled bush prickled at his cheeks, making his face damp. Brad’s own erection was impossibly large and painful now, and he longed to give himself some relief as he worked. Then he felt a quiver run through Coach’s thighs as they stood before him, and he noticed that the thrusting movements were not quite as smooth as before, and Brad figured that the cum-blast was nigh. The hands were continuing their massaging movements on his back, but

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they were wandering a little now, so he steadied himself to receive Coach’s blessing. “Almost there, Brad,” the voice was strained now. “Here is comes … oh shit, Brad … aaaggghhhh!” The hot stabs of cum shot into Brad’s mouth, followed by the full flood. As it sloshed down his throat, he could hardly swallow fast enough. It tasted stronger and heavier than the young kid’s at scout camp, and there was a meaty aftertaste to it that sent shivers of pleasure through Brad. He took everything that Coach gave him, until the big man eventually pulled his cock from Brad’s eager mouth, and Brad had to tightly purse his lips to keep the load inside. He looked up and reached out his hands to stroke the man’s thighs as a kind of thank you. “Turn over,” Coach said in a gentle voice, and with some effort – his back was still a little painful – Brad rolled over on the towel, letting the cool air hit his belly as he raised his head to see his swollen, leaking cock sway upright. At the end of table stood Coach, his broad shoulders naked and bronzed as Brad knew they would be, his chest shining with sweat. He said not a word, but lowered his head to the straining cock, his lips wide open, then tightly closing over the shaft as he pressed his nose hard against Brad’s belly. Brad knew that he was on a short fuse now. Actually getting to suck Coach had been such a turn-on

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that he knew he’d blow any moment, but there was no way to slow the man. He was sucking hard on the cock, breathing noisily through his nose. Brad just had to prop himself up on his elbows and watch through half-closed eyes as Coach brought him to a climax. A deliciously swift rush of cum shuddered through Brad. He watched as Coach’s cheeks filled and thin milky streams slipped through the corners of his tightly-closed lips. The man raised his head, with thin strings of Brad’s jizz rising and breaking off as he stood upright, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Feeling better now?” he asked with a milky smile. “Sure do, Coach,” Brad said with a gasp. “Never felt better.” Brad’s back was not altogether healed, so it meant a few more trips to Coach for some more of his special therapy, and whenever he saw that other guy in the showers, he’d wink and nod his head. And the guy would know just what Brad meant.

The Driver by Damien van Zandt I’m a dispatcher for a delivery company. Besides handing out assignments to the drivers, I also do the hiring and firing. Subsequently, all the drivers call me “boss.” My most recent hire was a young man of Greek descent named, Alex. I had only hired him last week, and I think this must be his first job. As I looked out from the dispatcher’s hut one Sunday, I could see him washing his van. He is a real go-getter and he wanted to be ready for his deliveries on Monday. He and I were the only ones around that day. Some of the reasons I hired him were that he was young – I was old enough to be his father – and so very good looking and built like a tank. All he was wearing was a pair of cut off jeans, no shirt and no shoes. He was washing the top of the van, and I could see the strong muscles in his back ripple as he moved. It almost took my breath away when he stretched to reach the middle of the roof. His back muscles were pulled taught, and each one was straining under his olive, tanned skin. He walked around to the other side of the van, and I got a good look at his muscular, hairless chest. He was washing the hood, and just seeing that beautiful body in motion gave me a roaring hardon. 66 • The Driver

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His movements were smooth and liquid and the muscles bunching and rippling in his big chest and tight belly just excited me all the more. When he brought his big arms in close, his biceps bulged with the work he was doing. He stopped for a moment and reached up to scratch his head. When he brought his big arm up I could see that little patch of black hair in his armpit. It was wet with sweat, and I fantasized about licking all the sweat out of his armpit then working my way down to his bulging crotch and attacking his big cock. I imagined that it was thick and uncut. I decided to find out. I walked over to the driveway and got there just as he was finishing. He didn’t see me at first, and I took a few minutes to look at him up close. He had his back to me and was bent over. Those cut offs were tight and his nice, round butt was so tempting. I walked over to him and put my hands on that beautiful, round ass. I guess I startled him because he jumped. “Oh, it’s you, boss. I didn’t know you were there.” I laughed. He smiled at me and put his hand on my crotch. I pulled him close to me and kissed him passionately on the lips. “There’s no one here except you and me, Alex. I’ve been watching you and I’ve decided that we need to get to know each other better. How do you feel about that?” In answer he put his strong arms around me and kissed me back. “I would like that a lot, boss.” I ran my hands down his muscular body and unfastened his cut offs. When I let go they fell to the wet ground. I got down on my knees and took hold of his thick, uncut cock (he wasn’t wearing any underwear). My fantasies had proven to be true. I gently stroked his tool and watched it grow in my hand. Man! His big cock sure felt good! I leaned over and took it in my mouth. I felt his body tense and he groaned with pleasure. I worked my hot tongue under his foreskin and licked all around his big dick head. Then I opened my throat and slid all the way down on him until my face was firmly pressed into his black bush. He put his hands on my head and started to fuck my face. I let him go at his own speed and soon he was pumping my mouth with youthful vigor. I reached behind him and grabbed his tight, round ass and kneaded it like bread dough. I spread his cheeks apart and rubbed my finger The Driver • 67

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up and down his hairless crack. Then I started to massage his tight hole. This just made him pump even harder. It seemed like he might be getting close, so I stopped and pulled off his big, thick tool. There was a lot more I wanted to do to him before I let him shoot his load. I stood up and he kissed me again with unbridled passion. “Oh, boss, that felt wonderful!” Then he started to undress me. “This is kind of new to me,” he said, “I’ve never had sex with my boss before.” “Just think of me as a guy that’s hot for your young body. And besides, you’re off duty now, aren’t you?” He smiled, “Yeah, I guess I am at that.” When he had me stripped, we both lay down on the wet driveway. Neither of us minded that we were getting wet; we had other things on our minds. We wrapped our arms around each other and rolled around on the wet pavement, kissing as we went. He then moved down to my chest and started sucking my nipples. His hot mouth was driving me wild. After a few minutes of nipple play, he moved down to my hard cock and took it in his mouth. His hot, full lips worked all along my tool, and I felt the head moving down his throat. I felt his face pressed hard against my pubes and his throat muscles massaging my cock. He stayed down for the longest time, but he finally came up for air. I pulled him up to me and kissed him hard on the lips. Then I decided to fulfill my fantasy and I worked my way down to his sweaty armpits and started to lick off all the sweat. The taste was salty and the odor was definitely manly. When I finished there, I worked my way down his muscular chest and rippled abs and buried my face in his hairy, sweaty crotch. The man scent was stronger here and my head started to swim with lust. I took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked it for all it was worth. Then I, too, went all the way down on his hard, thick tool and worked it with my hungry throat muscles. Next, I started to lick his big, hairy balls. I heard him moan and then he held his breath. Then I went back to his long, thick cock and got it good and slick. When his thick cock was slick with my spit, I got on top of him and guided it into my eager ass. I felt myself open up as his big cockhead pushed on my hole and slid in easily. Slowly I impaled myself on his hot rod until it was all the way in. He put his hands behind his head and watched me as I fucked myself on his thick tool. I put my hands on his big chest to steady myself and with gathering speed proceeded 68 • The Driver

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to work my eager butt around his hard cock. When I went all the way down on him, I was filled with his young manhood. I’d never felt anything like it before! I looked at his dark, handsome face and he smiled up at me. “Man, your ass sure feels good, boss! But how about letting me get on top for a while?” I slowly pulled myself off his thick tool and lay down beside him. He rolled over on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips. Then he got between my legs and inserted his hard member up my willing hole. My legs were draped over his shoulders and he was on all fours. He plunged in deep and I held my breath. I thought it might hurt but it felt good … damn good! Leave it to a driver to be a real plunger! He started to fuck my ass slow and easy with long, even strokes. Then he picked up the pace and I found myself pushing my ass up to meet him. While he fucked me, I ran my hands all over his strong body, feeling his hard muscles work. They bunched and rippled while he pounded my butt into submission. And submission was the right word, too. I couldn’t have stopped him even if I wanted to, and I definitely didn’t want to. He was now in high gear and that big, thick cock of his was working my hole but good! Occasionally he would lean back so he could watch his big pile driver slide in and out of my hot hole. Then he would lean down and kiss me hard while his big dick drove deep into my ass. I was in heaven and being fucked by a Greek god. He was now fucking me so hard I could feel my back sliding along the wet, dirty driveway. I knew that my back must be covered in mud, but I didn’t care. All that mattered now was that this Adonis was fucking me hard, and I couldn’t be happier. I watched his face and saw the lust in his dark eyes. I knew that he was enjoying this as much as I was, maybe even more, if that was possible. He leaned down and kissed me just as he drove his big cock hard up my ass and shot his hot Greek load into my used hole. Then he sat back and took my hard cock in one hand and grabbed my balls with the other. He stroked my cock and gently pulled on my balls, and I squirmed under his touch. He sensed when I was about to cum and he took my dick down his throat. I shot load after hot load down his throat and he swallowed every drop of it. Finally, when I was spent, he laid down on top of me, and once again, kissed me hard on the lips. I put my arms around his hard, muscular body and kissed him back with equal passion. The Driver • 69

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“That was wonderful,” I said, “but I think we need to get this mud off of us.” He laughed and got up. Then he grabbed the hose and proceeded to hose us both down. The cool water felt good on my hot body. In fact, it was so refreshing I was soon ready to do it all over again. “Are you up for another round?” I asked. He just smiled and said, “Sure, boss. But how about this time we do it in bed? I think it would be more comfortable than mud wrestling on the driveway.” I laughed and agreed with him. We grabbed our clothes and walked into the dispatcher’s hut where I had a bed I used when we worked late and there was a shower stall. I grabbed a towel and threw him another one so we could dry off. Soon we were on my bed locked in another passionate embrace. I found his full sensuous lips irresistible and we kissed each other with an intensity I didn’t know I still had. Then I turned around and got into position for a really great sixty-nine. We were sucking each other’s cock and it was as if we completed an electric circuit with the energy flowing between us. While I sucked his big tool, I was also fingering his tight, hairless asshole. I slowly worked my finger in and felt him tense up. “Take it easy there, boss. Not too many men have had that pleasure, and I need to get relaxed before you can do anything.” I pulled off his big cock and replied, “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to relax you.” I rolled him onto his back and got between his lightly haired, muscular legs. Then I pushed his legs up over his head and grabbed his round, firm butt cheeks in each hand. I started by kneading his smooth butt cheeks. Then I pulled them apart exposing his tight, hairless hole. I ran my thumbs on each side of his hole and massaged it thoroughly. Then I leaned over and started to lick that puckering hole. As my hot tongue attacked his tight hole, he started squirming and groaning. I had him going now and I wasn’t about to let up. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and he squirmed some more. I could tell that my rimming was getting him excited and I knew that he soon would be mine to do with as I pleased. Now that his hot hole was slick with my spit, I started inserting my finger again. At first he tensed up again, but my persistence soon paid off and he relaxed. My finger slowly slid all the way in to the knuckle 70 • The Driver

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and I started to finger fuck him. My finger slid in and out and twisted around and all the time he was moaning and squirming. Next I inserted another finger and he opened up for me. I knew that soon his sweet ass would be mine and I planned to fuck him real good. “Yeah, Alex, you’re getting to like those fingers aren’t you, boy? Yeah, your butt hole is opening up real nice. It won’t be long now and you’ll be begging me to fuck your hot ass. You know you want it and I’m the guy that will give it to you. Go on, tell me how much you want me to fuck your butt. Yeah, beg me to fuck you, boy. I wanna hear you beg for it!” “Oh, boss, you’re right! I want you to fuck my ass! Your fingers feel great but I need your big cock up my ass! Please fuck me, man! I need to get fucked real bad!” I kept working his hot butt with my fingers. “Yeah, I knew you would want it. You want your boss to fuck you! But not yet. I want to see you squirm some more. Work that hot body of yours for me. Let me see those big muscles work! I like seeing you squirm; show me how much you want my big dick up your tight hole.” I really had him going now, but I wasn’t ready just yet. I put another finger up his hot butt hole. Now I had three fingers up his hole and he was really squirming. His hole opened up even more and I really enjoyed watching him squirm. His pleading and squirming was really turning me on. “Yeah, boy, just look at you! You want it so bad you’ll do anything for it, won’t you?” “Yeah, boss, I want your big dick bad! Please fuck me, man. Please, man, I need it so bad!” I pulled my fingers out of his hole and told him to finger his own ass for me. “That’s it, boy, work your finger around in there real good. Now take your other hand and put in another finger. That’s right, one finger from each hand. Yeah, work your hot butt hole for me, boy. That’s it, show me how much you want me in your tight hole. Now spread your hole open for me … that’s right.” He pulled his hole open and I inserted one of my own fingers in as well. He now had three fingers up his asshole, two of his and one of mine. Then I inserted another finger and started vibrating my hand. “You feel that, boy? You feel my fingers vibrating your asshole? Yeah, you feel it all right! Now beg me again to fuck you. I wanna hear you beg for it!” The Driver • 71

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“Oh, man, you got my hole so hot for a big cock! Please fuck me, man! Please fuck me! I want your big cock up my ass so bad I’ll do anything to get it!” That’s what I wanted to hear. I pulled my fingers out and pulled his hands away as well. Then I got up on my knees and put my cock head against his open hole. “OK, boy, now I’m gonna fuck you like you never been fucked before.” I pushed my cock up his open hole, and he moaned with pleasure. Once inside, I rammed it all the way in. He grunted with pain at first, then he started to moan with pleasure. “Oh, boss! Your big cock feels so good up my ass! Now fuck me good and hard! Please fuck me!” I started to really pound his sweet young ass for all it was worth. My strokes were fast and hard, and he was grinding his ass in time with my thrusts. He was still squirming and moaning and pleading for me not to stop. “Oh, boss, that feels so good! Don’t stop … please don’t stop! Yeah, boss, you really got me going now. My ass is yours for as long as you want it. I need that big, thick cock up my hole so bad!” I was now pounding his ass as hard as I could, working up a good sweat. The bed was rocking under our weight and the springs were creaking. I was on all fours and he had his big arms around me and pulling me close. The whole time he was pleading with me to keep it up. I looked at his dark face. It was filled with passion, and I knew that he was now mine whenever I wanted him. I was giving him something no other man ever had, and he was mine! Finally, I could hold off no longer and I shot load after hot load up his eager hole. He was so inflamed with passion he shot his own load with me. Ropes of his hot cum spewed all over his hot, sweating body. I collapsed on top of him, and he kissed me hard and passionately. “Boss, that was wonderful! No other man has ever done that to me. No other man has ever worked my ass like you just did. I hope this won’t be the last time.” I laughed, “No, this won’t be the last time. Now you see that I can drive, too!”

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Personal Ads December 2007 Handjobs piss from the source! Write I Play At Mystic Lake box# 6586. Manor Trois Menages Heavy Couch-Potato Florida GWM, 52 y/o, cut, 5’11”, 170 1/2008 lbs. A van of senior fat men Hot Cuddly Bear meet two times a month at my SWBiM, 51 y/o, 6’, 300 lbs, 8” uncut cock, passionate, clean and discreet. Expert

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New Hampshire 3/2008

Looking For Son/ Slave/Slut Age 25-45

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term relationship. Must be drug/disease free, clean, cut, smooth a plus and seeking a serious relationship and also please no overweight guys/ boys or anyone over 25... YOU: Slim to average, not overweight, open-minded, willing to relocate, mostly a bottom, non-smoker, boyish/ youthful, not into the clubs/ bars and serious about being in a loving relationship with two nice guys. We are: tan, fit, cut, clean, D&D free, outgoing, non-smokers, and we are both serious about finding a young boy 18-25 to love & be loved. E-Mail : lookingforboy@gmail. com phone: 704-575-0260 mail: Kevin, PO Box 1517, Mooresville, NC 28115.

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